Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Mastiyappa by Shankar-ehsaan-loy

note : My first Indian song recommendation..but today's update was inspired by this song and thus I recommended it. And added English translations to the lyrics too.

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The red carpet was buzzing with energy. Celebrities, fashion critics, and influencers graced the entrance, the flashes from cameras creating a blinding frenzy as Hoseok floated from one guest to the next. The event, a grand inauguration for Bright, was not just a showcase for the agency's models but also a silent gamble for Jungkook—a potential launchpad for a fashion line he had been quietly dreaming about.

Inside Jungkook's vanity van, however, the mood was completely different. Taehyung stood outside the door, arms crossed, striking a rigid but professional pose. He flicked a glance to his watch. They were running fifteen minutes late now, and Hoseok's assistant had just shown up.

"Is he ready yet?" the assistant asked nervously, glancing at the bustling scene outside.

Taehyung sighed, shaking his head. "I'll check," he said curtly before knocking on the door. "Mr. Jeon?" he called out. There was no response.

After a moment, he pushed the door open slightly, peeking inside. What he saw made him pause. Jungkook was sitting on the plush chair in front of the mirror, staring blankly at his reflection, his eyes looking hazed and troubled.

Taehyung cleared his throat. "Everyone's waiting," he said, his tone firm but not harsh.

Jungkook let out a deep sigh, his gaze falling to his hands resting on his lap. He still didn't move.

Taehyung frowned, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He debated whether to ask if something was wrong—he wasn't sure if that was crossing a line—but before he could decide, Jungkook broke the silence.

"Shouldn't you be asking if I'm okay or not?" Jungkook's voice was low, almost bitter, but there was a vulnerability to it that caught Taehyung off guard.

Taehyung blinked, then shifted awkwardly. "I... Yeah, I mean, I was going to. Are you okay? Nervous?"

Jungkook let out a small, humorless laugh. "Do you know," he began, "modelling was something I started loving slowly after getting into it... but my first dream was different."

Taehyung stayed silent, his frown deepening.

Jungkook scoffed. "At this point, you're supposed to ask what is it? You're so bad at communicating."

Taehyung sighed. "It's not about communicating," he replied evenly. "It's about the person. Having casual conversations with you isn't exactly in my job description."

Jungkook turned in his seat to face him, an almost defiant look in his eyes. "Well then, who sets these rules, huh? I'm telling you to talk to me. I need it right now. What could be so wrong about comforting the person you're supposed to protect?"

Taehyung stared at him for a long moment before finally exhaling. He walked over and sat down in the chair opposite Jungkook. "Okay," he said. "Tell me. What was your first dream?"

A small smile broke through Jungkook's previously tense expression. "Fashion designing," he said, his voice softer now.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.

Jungkook chuckled lightly. "I know, I know. Doesn't look like it, huh? But I was really into it before I got into modelling. Then Dad told me to go into modelling instead—said it would be a better choice for me." He paused, his smile turning bitter. "Didn't realize it would be a better choice for him instead."